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t-pop – datz dem niggaz lyrics

[hook – 2x]
that’s them n-ggas, it’s best you don’t test them n-ggas
f-ck around, and leave your brains in your head rest n-gga
have your -ss in a body cast, on bed rest n-gga
we some designated grave diggers, that’s them n-ggas

[buddah man]
them blood spillers, that’s that n-gga infested with game
affiliated with thug n-ggas, mafia style trained
off the chain, gangsta strutters sitting on cutters
suicide do’ shutters, some thoed mo’f-ckers
it’s hazardous, verbal -ssault and battery
flipping a foreign, riding with a wide anatomy
skating down your block, like it ain’t no gravity
mouthpiece off the leash, i must live lavishly
bust open your chest cavity, i’m trained to smoke ya
snub nose out the holster, and ready to toast ya
all braggers and boasters, get hit with the nine mili’
22 inch rim peeler, untamed gorilla
that’s them n-ggas, watch out don’t test them n-ggas
they the type to leave your dome, where your chest at n-gga
i’m from that dead n-gga, where we tote techs n-gga
disrespect and we leaving boys, with broke necks n-gga

[hook – 2x]

[t-pop]
como estas, oh-oh that’s them n-ggas
pablo’s my connection, that’s my n-gga
f-cking n-ggas in the game, i’m that n-gga
i’m the head honcho, squash that n-gga
move it swiftly can’t read, or scat -ss n-gga
dig a ditch for pablo, about to crack this n-gga
plus it’s no b-tch to be hot, i’ma address this n-gga
how he feel if we even come, contest this n-gga
i’m a k!ller, and i know how to finesse this n-gga
break a n-gga down like sticks, where it hurts at n-gga
leave a n-gga in the dirt, where the curse at n-gga
i hate you, because where i was birth at n-gga

[hook – 2x]

[thomas]
what’s wrong, what y’all think we don’t mob no more
ride around in hoo-doo’s, or get high no more
what y’all think we ain’t gangsta, we don’t rob no more
what just because i rap, that ain’t my job no more
i’ll drop you hoe, straight pop you hoe
keep some sh-t up on my waist, that’ll stop you hoe
straight knock you hoe, like a son of a b-tch
and that’s just from being hard n-gga, in front of your b-tch
look what i done to you b-tch, i know you feeling it now
and that gunshot to the leg, i know she healing it now
i know you feeling me now, tal’n bout k!lling me now
you don’t even own a pistol n-gga, telling me how
so you stealing me now, so it’s you i got’s to call out
n-gga bring the whole squad, i’ll take you all out
plus the wall out, god bless them n-ggas
so when you see us coming n-ggas, say that’s them n-ggas

[hook – 2x]

- t pop lyrics

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